A Sticky Situation (reveille)

He calls out, telling me a mug of tea
Would be a nice awakener for him;
And adds, he'd rather like a piece of me,
So could I bring his cuppa? Softly skim
My cunnie lips across my morning goal
Of daddy-dominant dick? Can I slide
My dark, delicious cunt dump down his pole?
And cup my titties for him, slap my thighs
And drive master within me, so I'm filled
With fleshly tool - his member that requites
His need; it stays in place, so nothing's spilled
Until I pull away; then put to rights
The turgid prick - its sticky situation,
My breakfast feast: a tasty innovation.